Shoot 2 Kill lyrics
by Li Rye
[Chorus]
When I up, I shoot to kill, I'ma drill whenever it's necessary
Don't coordinate in no bond, twenty-three and one, that sh*t get very scary
My young n*ggas spin for fun, leave your body colder than February (Call that boy Duhvinci how he up it and just paint sh*t)
Can't trust no b*tch, so I know I probably never get married
No matter what, they know I always keep it real
I know I'll never kick the cup, withdrawals won't let me quit the pills
Hard to show how I feel for her 'cause my love scarred still ain't been healed
And she know that I kill for her, I got brothers still in the field
[Verse]
Never nervous going on no drills
Popping Perkies, cracking these seals
Hide my pain, I'm holding back tears
It's so hard to express how I feel
I don't wanna talk sh*t I live for, get mad, wanna pull a murder
I be moving slow like a turtle
I'm fertile, bae, I can't leave it in
So real, I won't even f*ck your friend
How the f*ck you claimin' you a killer and you ain't never spin?
n*ggas always flexing money on Triller, that they never spend
Tender di*k, your b*tch cheat, you gon' kill her, knowing that ho ain't good for sh*t but eating that di*k up
She swallow nut, I never kiss her
If she ain't dead, then I don't miss her
I'm on Percs and bars, I mixed up
Shoot, don't miss nothin', f*ck that liquor
Uh, can't sit on my face, won't lick her
It's narcotics in my system
I show love, they never showed it back, lil' sh*t I won't trip on
And you know I always had your back, that lil' sh*t I won't trip on
You cross me, I play dumb and I crack your sh*t like a wishbone
My n*ggas turned up in the slums, clutching drums, better have your blick, homie
I up this b*tch and go dumb, never needed no n*gga I shoot sh*t on my own
I always kept it real, you know you dead wrong
All that dissing, he got found with his head gone
n*ggas capping, doing all that lying in your headphones
Claim he stepping, only time he shot sh*t on a f*ckin' song
[Chorus]
When I up, I shoot to kill, I'ma drill whenever it's necessary
Don't coordinate in no bond, twenty-three and one, that sh*t get very scary
My young n*ggas spin for fun, leave your body colder than February
Can't trust no b*tch, so I know I probably never get married
No matter what, they know I always keep it real
I know I'll never kick the cup, withdrawals won't let me quit the pills
Hard to show how I feel for her 'cause my love scarred still ain't been healed
And she know that I kill for her, I got brothers still in the field